The boy's room is a sanctuary of solitary pleasure. He sprawls on his bed, legs spread wide, his hand wrapped around his pulsing cock. His solo sessions are a ritual, a way to escape the mundane. He strokes himself, his grip tight, his thumb rubbing the sensitive head. His body arches off the bed as he nears the edge, his breath coming in shallow gasps. With a final, desperate stroke, he comes, his cock pulsing, his cum spilling onto his stomach. He collapses back, his body limp, his heart pounding, another solo session complete.